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reason vaporizes
like a spring frost,
and we must find accounts
within,
but if we do a deliberate search
for the dense Forget-me-not,
its purple presence
shows us
see ten-thousand suns staring up
from verdant grass-
hazard a gatherer's angry buzz,
--pick one
its scent powders your nose
with stardust
sharp as a lion's tooth
the bouquet of our beginnings
cracks us up wit...
Tuesday 13th April 2021 6:46 am
"The Ropes Are Fraying And Soon I'll Sail"
“The ropes are fraying and soon I’ll sail”
pencilled grey
along the edge of my notebook page
a heart-breaking phrase
sure to inspire, somehow
Flicking through, I read it again
and pause to lament;
That boat washed out
its anchorage severed
silently, in the night
no words, no words
He’s gone
and into that sad darkness
so many other ships would follow
The town seems quiet this e...
Monday 23rd September 2019 12:30 pm
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